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| The Calakmul ruins. |
It's incredible how much can your
perception of the place you're living at change in a relatively short
time. As described before, Xpujil is one of these places where you
need to work your way towards liking it. It doesn't come
automatically. A part of the young people working here either in some
of the environmental organizations or at the university actually
consider it only a “half-home” as they live between Xpujil and
other places. Also, after staying for a while you notice what we call
“The Xpujil Effect”, which basically means feeling overly excited when
visiting other places, that are somehow different, beautiful or
interesting. Xpujil brings you towards appreciation. That's where my
inflection point began. First you appreciate, that you re-learn to
appreciate. Then people get used to you and you get used to them.
Nobody dares to scream “guerita” anymore. You learn to say “hi”
anytime you walk into a store, a taquería or
to the people on the street, when your looks accidentally cross. You
can't behave as if you were anonymous anymore.
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| The adults class. |
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| One of the hyperactive moments. |
When it comes to the progress of the
volunteering, many ups and downs happened over the past weeks. Even
though volunteers are commonly motivated by good ideas such as to
help, to share, to learn, it's dangerous to have expectations, that
are more big, than realistic. My expectations were big and my
motivations maybe way too noble. That was a perfect combination, that
shortly led to a disappointment and the feeling of impotence. Even though
I was trying to do my best, go to the schools, talk with the people on the
street, and let everyone know about the possibility of receiving
English classes, almost nobody new showed up. In that point I started
asking myself what meaning does this all have. As if there was this
magic formula to understand how things work and I still wasn't
getting it. When sharing this experience with others, the response,
that I would be getting was: time and patience. Little bit
frustrating. Somehow I realized, that the volunteering is probably
just a part of the experience and maybe I can try to learn some other
new things, when surrounded by so many beautiful communities and
initiatives.
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| Learning how to do candles out of the orange peel in Mancolona. |
Ironically, just in the moment when I
decided to participate in other projects, new students started
appearing. Then we had the “problem” of finding an appropriate
group for everyone. Nevertheless, even though it's nice to have more
students now in my classes, I definitely learned that it's not about
the quantity. Even though it sounds like such a cliché,
it's so truth. If you manage to get at least few students excited for
learning the language and widening their horizons it's worth it. So
it's definitely about the little things.
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| What you can see when passing by Germina. |
Teaching isn't easy. There's no
right way of doing it. I believe more in a unique dynamics that
happen in every class and in understanding the vibe of each group of
students. Personally I realized, that it's more about me adapting to
the students, than them adapting to what I want. It's not about
imposing what should be done, but more about a dialogue about what we
can do together. And as my hands are not tied by any educational
system (and that's actually quite a luxury!), it's possible to do it
this way. This would be the theory and the lessons I've learned.
Nevertheless, the practice can be pretty frustrating sometimes.
Especially in the “blackout” moments, when it looks like after weeks of learning, all the knowledge has just evaporated. Then we
have to understand and practice all over again. But when one leaves
the pressure of “idyllic progress” aside and opens the door for a patience and little steps, everything flows better.
Now I am traveling through the Central
America as it's the Christmas/vacation time and I must say that even
though I obviously enjoy seeing new places and meeting new people, at
the same time, I am really missing Germina, Xpujil and all my
students and new friends I've made. It took just month and half and I
am already in love with the place and it's people. It's quite a
paradox, the more difficult it felt in the beginning, more affinity I
feel to Xpujil now.
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| Running into toucans is quite normal in the Calakmul jungle. |
